210 209. Pissed

Sora had managed to finally go back to sleep after what ended up being not one but several stories. Bradley was dozing on the three-seater sofa in the living room when his reflexes made him feel that something was wrong. The man jumped up upon hearing a soft click at the front door.

As if on automatic mode, his body moved with an agility that reminded his glory days as WIA's number one and he was behind the front door to grab Sora who was about to cross the threshold and sneak away into the night.

Bradley grabbed the little omega girl and lifted her off the floor. She immediately began to wriggle and scream, which surprised the old agent because she was always well-behaved.

"No! Let go of me! Let go of me!"

"Sora! Stop it! What's gotten into you? You can't do things like that."

"Let go of me! Let go of me! Papa needs me!"

"No! Sora! I told you to stop it! Greg will be home later! He is…"